𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥

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The bell rings out from the speakers interrupting Mrs.Chance from whatever boring topic she was going on about. I get up and walk out the door headed for the entrance of the school, i follow the rest of the students out the doors, my house is only a few blocks away so i walk there with ease and get to my house quickly.

I walk into the house and take off my shoes, i head up to my room to relax and watch Tv, i hear the floor creak downstairs, i'm stopped in my tracks, nobody is supposed to be home i think but as a precaution i yell out "mom, dad are you guys home?" i wait for a minute, expecting to hear the voice of my parents yell back, nothing. Just deafening silence.

I walked into my room to get the taser my mom gave some time ago, I opened the drawer of my nightstand expecting to find it laying there waiting for me, its gone, i go through the miscellaneous things in my nightstand searching for it, still not there.

i feel my heart pounding in my chest as I walk out of my room and slowly walk down the stairs leading to the living room, as my foot makes it off the last step, the back door slammed shut. I let out a scream and ran to my room, when my bedroom door shut i heard the front door open and the voice of my mom calling my name flooded through the house.

I rush down the stairs and see my mom putting groceries away, "mom there was someone here!" I said panicked, "Honey, what do you mean someone was here?" my mom said with a puzzled look on her face. "I got home and i heard the floor creak and i ran upstairs to get my tazer but it wasn't there, then i heard the back door close right before u got home." i explained quickly, " are you sure that your tazers gone?" my mom asked, "yes, come upstairs ill show you!" i said in a quick manner

We both headed upstairs and reached my room, i pushed the door open and opened the drawer of my nightstand and as soon as i did my blood ran cold. There laid the tazer right in the middle of the drawer, "ah lilah there it is." my mom said with a 'i told you so attitude', "i-i swear it was gone." i said fumbling over my words, "i know how hard the move has been and you didn't get any sleep last night it might have just been your imagination." my mom said in a sincere tone, "i um i guess you're right." i said